The night grows dark and I'm staring at the ceiling,
The walls are so pretty but so grey,
This freedom means no meanings,
But that's just how some things gotta stay
The slithering stillness screams of a distant dystopian,
And when I start thinking, it's nothing,
When my eyes gaze the grey blink of oblivion,
Sometimes I don't find myself surfacing
I want the reasons to my questions,
Buried too deep and quiet,
Nobody needs to give me the answers,
Aren't those always biased?
My perceptions change every night,
All I need is silence,
'Cause away from the brightening light,
Is where I find some solace
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Biased answers reminds me of math for some reason. I only like it when I know the answer to the questions.
Shine
VOUS LISEZ
One More Drop
PoésieFrom the back to my mind to your screen, just a string of words tied together. T/W It includes topics which might be triggering. Please proceed only if you're comfortable with it <3
